Now how many burning barrels did they have to fly through again? Sierra took a quick glance around the pitch. Merlin! There must be thirty or forty of the blasted things! At least she already had...what? Five down? She thought so, but then again, it was a little hard to focus on counting when your limbs were on fire!

...but anyway. She stared forward, making sure she was judging her position as accurately as possible, and then she soared through the middle of the sixth hoop. Her skin caught on fire again, but she tried not to think about it as she soared through the seventh and then the eighth hoop. Somewhere between the ninth and tenth hoop, her skin stopped burning, and it relaxed her enough for the ride toward the eleventh hoop to be pretty much a piece of cake. Before long, she'd flown straight through the twelfth hoop.

...great. Only about twenty more to go, and she should be done.